Tree Outside My Balcony

Dancing to the wind,
you sway away in place.
The way we see you tortured,
yet, your work, you do it with grace.
Yet you oblige,
with the kindness of your shade.
With the freshness of your breath,
you take my breath away.
You stand still, motionless, without any pace,
your feet, don't they burn?? Or have you accepted this fate?
We all took you for granted,
but an "Idea" has sprung many minds,
to get you heard NOW, they have made some major finds.
Green is the new colour, it has got everyones eye.
So baby believe it or not, YOU can never bid us good bye.